Sunday, February 28, 2010


Oh internet.
You are hollow,
And I desire something real.
Something physical, and


    Her name was Portland. And I didn't get the picture. She was a facet of a place, forever captured in my mind, but hardly able to be shared with others. In that moment that I saw her, with her striped fleece beanie, puffy vest, long sleeved tee shirt, non jean pants, relaxed on her bike looking off at the river, she was Portland. Not merely a person belonging to the place called Portland, but Portland herself was biking past me. And I didn't get the picture.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Oh, inconsistent me:
Crying out for